Note: This is not necessarily following the fallout story. It is mostly told through the journal of the main character. At least, for the first few chapters. This is my first fanfic so I really hope you like it. Criticism is always welcome

With that I give you... Isolation. Enjoy.


Chapter 1
Alone

January 11th, 2278

The Capital Wasteland. Only a few words can describe these lands. Cold, dark, and bleak. The place is simply a war zone, a place you only see in the deepest parts of your nightmares, a place that makes your fears tremble at the very word of it. Now it may be just me but I'm not a big fan of catching up on sleep at the foot of a subway entrance, hoping nothing comes out... Or brings me in. Not having a light for weeks tends to make me antsy and a bit irritated, a guilty pleasure of mine. I haven't had one in 2 years. Living life like this wasn't natural, even the raiders held base somewhere. I've had this feeling ever since the day of the separation, the feeling of closing your eyes when you're about to drift off successfully to sleep, but afraid that you won't be opening them by morning. That's the feeling of being on the run. I have managed to keep myself alive for 24 months, I could have left the area and went west but... I can't leave my brothers behind. I'm not sure if they're dead or captured. The six of us split up in the firefight and didn't have any way of contacting each other. For 24 months, I have been in isolation.

That day is a day that will keep in my memories for the rest of my life. But who's certain that will continue on for much longer. My name is Marcus Hayes, and I am a mercenary, a soldier for hire, a killer for a paycheck. I guess I should put an "Ex" to that title now, after all that's happened. I can't really say what happened that day, mostly because I don't remember. I've learned to cloud my memory of it, now all I remember is blood, fire, and explosions that deafened me even worse than the first. My team and I were among the most hired between Talon Company, Riley's guys, and even the Regulators. Even though they're bounty hunters, they all have blood on their hands no matter how much they try to convince you they "fight the good fight" like the hulking brotherhood of steel. Sometimes I wonder if I should've tagged up with them. At least I wouldn't be here, sitting on deaths doorstep. I knew that I had to move. I need to find some form of communication, maybe a ham radio or something to that effect. Dow told me he could fix a rad king radio to work almost like a walkie. Although I was skeptical, I had no other choice. Last I recall, the raiders up in Georgetown were screaming about turns to use the radio at night. I guess even the hardest sons a [censored]es need something to keep them at ease. To keep them going...

The food I had was scarce. I was down to my last piece of [censored] rad roach meat. You know that smell when you smash a fresh roach with your heel? Yeah, it tastes like that too. The time was... My watch is cracked I can barely make the time... The sun was up, an easy way to tell that its at least morning. Better time to get going than ever. I know that if I am going to Georgetown I need to cut through the mall. I'm not looking forward to re- living the memories. That attack was only about 20 minutes. It felt as if it was never ending. People I knew, maybe even grew to call family, we're being slaughtered right in front of me. Now I'm not even sure if I have a team anymore. There were 50 of us. Now I'm not even sure if I'm the last one. But if I'm going to find anyone, I need to get that radio.



Chapter 2
Ink

The sun is growing brighter ever minute, the raiders are sure to be up by now. I haven't even crossed the mall grounds yet. Hopefully the Super mutants won't be a problem. If I end up running I might just pass out and never wake up. I'm so damn thirsty. Just a little rain or any source of water for that matter. I've only got 6 more rounds left in my rifle, which is borderline broken. My gear is all used up, I'm practically hanging on left overs of ammo, stimpaks, and food. I need to move now.

The mall. I can see the trenches with super mutants just waiting for a quick kill. The Brotherhood sitting close by at the monument. Cowards, I remember the Elder Lyons gave us a job once. It was to clear out a subway tunnel filled with those big green bastards. We lost about 20 men that day, doing their job. The Brotherhood realistically are just a bunch of hulking power armor goons, shaking down anyone who looks like they have a good piece of technology. Lyons may try to help, but deep down they're all the same. This damn pen is running out and I need to get this on paper. So in case I don't make it, maybe one of the other guys will come across this journal and... I think that's enough for now. If I am able to write more, whoever reads this will know that there is hope that I'm still alive. Hope is all I have now..

January 11th, 2278, 10:15 am

Well, at least I'm now able to see the time, which is 10:15 am. Found it on some old looking device on a dead guys wrist. I think they call it a pip-boy or something. Guy was dressed pretty weird, almost like a uniform. A simple blue jumpsuit with some numbers on it, I couldn't see them too well. Blood was covering them. I guess he'd been mugged or something, nothing new out here. I wasn't going to try and take it off, I try to keep whatever good in me I have left. I did however take a few stimpaks and some ammo, along with some cigarettes. He sure as hell doesn't need them anymore. I'm sitting in a bus in front of the old museum of national archives. Its a shame no one will really remember our once great history once this world officially dies off. If it hasn't already. I saw some brotherhood Patrolling the area, I tried to keep my head down though. I know how they treat the rot skins up here, or "ghouls" as most call them. I didn't want to take the risk of getting my head blown off due to a rookie seeing a shadow in a dark bus, and lighting the damn [censored] box up. Well I'm going to try and see how much of this ammo I can actually carry. I'm wondering if I can duct tape the extra rounds on the gun itself. I'll need to experiment here.

January 12th, 2278, 11:20 pm

I have learned to tell time by the sun now. I found a book laying around near the museum of history. A little nifty tool. But anyway, I met a girl named Willow who told me about the city of ghouls who lived beyond the doors of one of the museums areas, "Underworld" they called it. I came in thinking no one would accept me or allow me to enter. To my surprise, they were very generous, giving me food, water, and a bed for the night for free. For some reason I'm not tired though. I feel as if I need to write in this journal. Whether its to keep me occupied, or keep me sane. I'm not sure which one, but I think I'll finish this up for now. Maybe crack it open when it's needed I mean right now I'm just filling pages with ramblings of nonsense and putting down information that doesn't apply to anyone but myself really. Maybe one day some one will make a thing where people can just write down what they are doing. They probably have more interesting things to say than me, I'm sure. Well I'm going to finish this whiskey, and get a heavily needed rest. I'm not sure when I'll begin writing in this again. Perhaps soon. Only time will tell.


So that's about all the journal pieces for a while. But please leave a comment on it and tell me what you like so far.